Editing Phoenix Logs/Multiplayer Maps/Highway

[[File:HW2 PhoenixLog Highway.png|center|x150px]]
A remote transport route bisects the crystalline wilderness.

"I watched as my scattered recon team were swiftly picked off one by one by the two [[Sangheili Ranger|Elite Ranger]] patrols. They must have been watching all along, waiting for us to split up as we scouted the area for power nodes. The Elites had the element of surprise, the numbers and the high ground.

My only advantage was that they hadn’t spotted me yet, but as soon as I took a shot, they'd be able to pinpoint my position. I checked my ammo—six bullets for four Elites. Our [[Pelican]] pick up wasn't scheduled for another hour, and I could follow the Elite's movements from the glints of light bouncing off their [[Vostu-pattern carbine|carbines]] as they reflected the crystals lining the platform. If I didn't act now, they'd have me pinned.

I reprogrammed my spotter drone to patrol three points on the map and sent it off. As soon as it broke cover, I engaged my cloaking technology and made for the opposite direction. One of the Elites bellowed something and their carbine rounds pinged off the Forerunner structures as they tried to shoot the drone. While they were distracted I made a dash for the nearest [[teleporter]] and jumped in. I was lucky, and I appeared above them at a blind spot. I aimed and fired. Even before the Elite hit the ground I had already entered the teleporter and back where I started.

By now, the Elites had figured out where my shot came from, taken cover and were searching for me, but now I was behind them. I aimed and took out another of them and they yelled in surprise. I ducked back into cover and waited. My drone was now reaching the final point of its patrol and as it floated past the spooked Elites, they overreacted and blasted it out of the sky.

Taking advantage of their panic, I fired off a wild shot to ricochet off some crystals and jumped back through the teleporter as they swung round in the direction of the ricochet. I was back above them again. They were shouting something angrily at each other, and I saw one gesturing towards the teleporter. I took another shot and one of the Elites fell back. The last Elite finally spotted me, but it was too late. He didn't even get a chance to raise his gun.

As I collected my team's [[Dog tag|tags]], I checked my rifle. One bullet left. I figure I'll save it for the next Elite."

Report [[G. R. Scott|PVT. G. R. Scott]], sniper detail
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